Sam Winchester (
likely_evil) wrote2009-05-13 10:30 am
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Father and Son Outting
When word had come along that there was a werewolf terrorizing local folks in a small Nebraskan town, Sam realized he had still yet to teach Michael about hunting werewolves. Michael had wanted his training to come from his father, and Sam actually enjoyed the outings.
Now that Michael was older, it was a bit harder to find things in which there both connected. It wasn't like how Sam had been with his own father, it was just that Michael was making his own path in the world, and Sam had chosen to take a step back and let his son make the choice on inviting his father into certain parts of his life.
Sam hoped it was the right choice. Fatherhood didn't come with an instruction manual, after all.
He just treated Michael how he had wanted to be treated growing up. It was the best option, and really the only thing he could think of as being the fairest way to do it.
So when the werewolf case came across his desk, Sam went up to their suite level and knocked on Michael's door, offering him a chance to do a bit of training. Michael had jumped at it, so they made plans to head out that night.
As Sam was packing, his eyes fell on the weapons safe. He remembered Dean and him talking about passing down the guns, and Sam remembered that he still had a box of silver bullets for them. It was probably the best time to do this and have it mean something more than just a gift.
He packed the guns and the rounds in his bag, then packed it all into the car to go.
Nebraska wasn't that far away, but it would involve them having to get a place to stay and setting up a post. Sam found it amusing that 200 years later, the crappy motels still existed with their bad designs, ugly wallpaper, and questionable sheets.
But it was familiar, and unless Michael had an objection, it was where they would end up staying while tracking this werewolf.
Now that Michael was older, it was a bit harder to find things in which there both connected. It wasn't like how Sam had been with his own father, it was just that Michael was making his own path in the world, and Sam had chosen to take a step back and let his son make the choice on inviting his father into certain parts of his life.
Sam hoped it was the right choice. Fatherhood didn't come with an instruction manual, after all.
He just treated Michael how he had wanted to be treated growing up. It was the best option, and really the only thing he could think of as being the fairest way to do it.
So when the werewolf case came across his desk, Sam went up to their suite level and knocked on Michael's door, offering him a chance to do a bit of training. Michael had jumped at it, so they made plans to head out that night.
As Sam was packing, his eyes fell on the weapons safe. He remembered Dean and him talking about passing down the guns, and Sam remembered that he still had a box of silver bullets for them. It was probably the best time to do this and have it mean something more than just a gift.
He packed the guns and the rounds in his bag, then packed it all into the car to go.
Nebraska wasn't that far away, but it would involve them having to get a place to stay and setting up a post. Sam found it amusing that 200 years later, the crappy motels still existed with their bad designs, ugly wallpaper, and questionable sheets.
But it was familiar, and unless Michael had an objection, it was where they would end up staying while tracking this werewolf.
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"So a werewolf, huh? Do they pop up often?"
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Sam always claimed the desk, setting up his macbook first so they would be able to have a research portal established. Plus, it needed to charge.
"The way you can tell the difference between them and a normal animal attack is that the heart is always missing. Most forensic information like that is never released into the mainstream public."
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"Why would the Feds care about some animal attack?"
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Two were in one ranch, another at a different ranch. All of them were along the trails to led from town to the state park. Spanning a three month time frame, all around the full moon.
"There's no real rights or wrongs. Just what's best for the situation." He wasn't going to hand hold Michael, but he wasn't going to let him off the hook either. He wanted his boy to learn and think, not just take easy routes.
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The people at the other ranches talked about how the boy had actually been a bastard child, and the mother always treated him bad, and he hid in the barn to keep from getting beat.
The other woman looked like her, so it made sense for the boy to be the wolf. But no one had seen the kid since his mother died.
"So, we can check the barn, or the woods. What do you think?" Sam looked at his son as they pulled up to the property.
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And it stank in certain parts. Sam wrinkled his nose. "If he's here, I hope he has a gas mask..."
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"Kale? You in here, buddy?"
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Sam looked at his son. There were two ladders leading up. He started towards one. "Kale? My name's Sam. We just want to see if you're ok. Can you come out?"
Still no response, but more scurrying.
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He reached the top and sat down on the edge, swiping the flashlight around like he was looking around, keeping an eye out for whoever was moving.
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At the top of the ladder was a little boy - not a werewolf- tiny and really skinny, looking to see if he had hit his target. However, when Michael's flashlight hit him, the looked at Michael, growled in the back of his throat, and then went back to get hidden.
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"Go away!" Kale shouted as Michael got closer. He was in a corner and started to throw things like gloves and toy cars and anything he could get his hands on. "Go away or I'll bite you!"
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"Look, buddy. I know this is all really scary for you right now, but we're not here to hurt you. We wanna help."
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